Page 117 of The Bachelor


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“And how badly I want to be inside you right now?”

“You can.”

“Don’t tempt me, Oaklyn. We’re at four, not five.”

“But—”

My voice cut off when his tongue touched down.

Landing.

Wiggling.

On that fucking spot.

A feeling I’d never had.

And with it came silence.

Because I couldn’t process.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t even react.

I could only take.

My hips lifted, angling him there, trying to keep him from ever leaving.

What he gave me was a slow, gradual lick that started at my entrance and lifted to my clit.

I didn’t need more.

That was enough.

And it was more consuming than I’d ever felt.

When I could finally comprehend what was happening, when I found my voice, when I was able to release the feeling through sound, I let out the longest, most honest exhale, along with, “Camden …”

“Mmm.” He was dragging the wetness from the bottom of me to the top. He wasn’t hurried. He wasn’t using strong pressure. He was just loving me there. “I’ve waited so long to do this. To know what you taste like directly from your pussy rather than licking you off my finger or yours. To feel your goddamn heat on my tongue.” His voice turned to a whisper. “Oaklyn, you couldn’t possibly be more perfect.”

Just when I was going to moan.

Just when I thought this couldn’t feel any better.

Just when I was positive there was a build happening inside me.

Everything changed.

It turned … frozen.

“Oh shit,” I cried. “Ah!”

The ice was on my clit.

But that wasn’t it. There was a fullness now too.

One that came from a finger that was carefully sliding into me.

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